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Fenn's attempt at complete candour was only partially convincing. "There is not the slightest reason," he declared, "why anything concerning Julian Orden should be concealed from any member of the Council who desires information. If you will follow me into my private room, Miss Abbeway, and you, Furley, I shall be glad to tell you our exact position.
"Now that you know everything, though, you will not hesitate to give up the packet?" "You shall have it," he agreed. "I will give it back into your hands." "The sooner the better!" Fenn exclaimed eagerly. "And, Mr. Orden, one word." Julian was standing amongst them now, very drawn and pale in the dim halo of light thrown down from the hanging lamp.
Hume and Crooker were on the north side of the river confronting Laws; McKenon was at Prince Edwards; the cavalry column was moving in the direction of Appomattox Station; the second and Sixth Corps were moving to the north side of the river to attack the next day; Mullett was pushed to the south side to Buffalo Station; the Fifth and Twenty-fourth Corps were moving on Prospect Station, south of the river, to prevent Laws from escaping in that direction; Orden was following Sherlin, having taken with him Griffith, with instructions to attack the head of Laws's column.
"Here, what's that?" he exclaimed. "The Bishop, and Miss Abbeway, we all know, are outside the running. Mr. Furley, too, represents the educated Socialists, and though he is with us in this, he is not really Labour. But Mr. Orden Paul Fiske, eh? That's a different matter, isn't it?" "Mr. Orden," Fenn pronounced slowly, "is a literary man. He is a sympathiser with our cause, but he is not of it."
Are we to understand that he is absolutely at liberty and in a normal state of health?" Fenn hesitated for a single second. "I have no reason to believe the contrary," he said. "Still, it is possible," the Bishop persisted, "that Julian Orden may not be in a position to forward that document to the Foreign Office for the present?
His friendship with Furley appeared on the surface too singular to be anything else but accidental. Probably no one save the two men themselves understood it, and they both possessed the gift of silence. "What's all this peace talk mean?" Julian Orden asked, fingering the stem of his wineglass. "Who knows?" Furley grunted. "The newspapers must have their daily sensation."
"I happen to be only selfish," Julian replied. "I even despise myself for what I am doing. I am turning traitor myself, simply because I could not bear the thought of what might happen to you if you were discovered." "You like me, then, a little, Mr. Orden?" she asked. "Twenty-four hours ago," he sighed, "I had hoped to answer that question before it was asked."
I believe that the inevitable change of government in Germany will show us a nation freed from this hideous lust for conquest, a nation with whom, when she is purged of the poison of these last years, we can exist fraternally and with mutual benefit." "You are a very sanguine man, Mr. Orden," Hannaway Wells remarked.
With the three brigades of cavalry he set off at once towards Alaejos, while an officer was despatched to Canizal, to order the fifth division to march with all speed to Torrecilla de la Orden, six miles in the rear of Cotton's position at Castrejon. Four hours' riding brought them to Alaejos, where a halt for two or three hours was ordered, to rest the weary horses and men.
After a long pause, Matthews answered slowly. "Everything I can do, dear, everything I have is at your disposal and will be used to help find Tommy. But it is for you to say what we do about it." Professor Brierly said gently: "John voices my sentiments, Mrs. Van Orden. All I can do, all I have is at your disposal toward finding your boy. The Canadian Police are a very efficient organization.
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